A/N: You know before, when I said this was a one-shot? Well… I lied. Hate to break it to you. The good news is, here's another chapter!

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The next day (Wednesday) seemed to start out normal for Danny. He woke up late, had to rush to get ready for school, and ended up grabbing toast instead of waffles on his way out. Yep, pretty normal.

He flew to school, landed a block away, and then walked the rest of the way.

When he entered Casper High, people kept giving him strange looks. I mean, stranger than usual. Some were laughing openly at him. Danny checked to make sure his pants were still on, and sighed in relief when they were.

Sam and Tucker spotted Danny at his locker and rushed over.

"Hey, Danny!" Tucker looked like he was trying hard not to laugh. "Get a good sleep last night?"

Sam elbowed him, glaring.

Danny decided to ignore that. "Actually, yes. Partly. I was in bed early for once, sleeping, when my parents and Jazz woke me up at like midnight."

"Hey, Fenterincess! What did that lamp taste like again?" He laughed, and so did a couple of his moron friends. They all walked away, but not before Dash could shove Danny into the locker doors.

"What is he talking about?" Danny said, rubbing his sore back. "Is Dash on something?"

Sam decided to break it to him. "You're on YouTube."

"Again?" Unfortunately for Danny, whenever something remotely embarrassing happens to him, cameras and cell phones are somehow always there. "Why?"

"Did you know that you sleep-talk?" Sam asked.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"It's true. Watch the video if you don't believe me."

"Why is there a video of me talking in my sleep on YouTube?" Danny demanded.

"Ask Jazz," Tucker advised.

So Danny did, ignoring all the laughs behind him as he went to Jazz's locker.

"Jazz!" he called. "What the heck is going on?"

"Oh, Danny! Hey! Um... whats up, little brother!" She sounded guilty and nervous.

"What's up with that video of me on YouTube?" Danny said, crossing his arms.

Her eyes widened. "Umm… well, you see, last night, you were sleep-talking and since mom and dad installed that security camera the other day, I…" She broke down. "Look, Danny, I didn't put it on YouTube! I meant to send it to a psychology professor and accidently sent it to Dash- which, come to think of it, I'm not exactly sure why I even have his email-"

Danny stomped off, too annoyed to take the conversation any further.

Sam and Tucker caught up with him.

"Uh, Danny, you ok?" Sam asked.

"I can't believe Jazz would put me sleep-talking on YouTube!"

Tucker cut in, chuckling. "You should be thrilled! Sleepboy has like, a million views!

"Sleepboy? Well, that's way better than Invisobil." Danny said.

Paulina sauntered by, a smug look on her face. "Hey, loser Fenton. What rhymes with apples?"

Danny looked confused. "What?"

Paulina laughed meanly and walked away.

"You should really watch the video, Danny!" Tucker pulled out his trusty PDA and showed him the video, which he had favorited.

Danny watched, his face getting more and more embarrassed. "Uh..."

"That's one random, messed up brain you've got there." Sam remarked.

"Why me?" Danny's face was as red as a tomato.

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After one long, humiliating school day, Danny flew home, exhausted. He saw Jazz reading at the kitchen table. "Thanks a lot, Jazz."

Jazz looked up. "I'm sorry Danny, really! It's not my fault you sleep talk."

Danny just blew his bangs out of his eyes, exasperated, and stomped upstairs.

He did about ¼ of his homework, fought the Box Ghost 7 times, ate about 15 chocolate chip cookies (Man, are those addicting.) By the time he'd stuffed the Box Ghost into his thermos for the last time, it was already ten p.m.

Danny got into bed, and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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"It's happening! Porcupines hate bowls of chili!" Danny hollered. Jazz woke up, and was about to scream bloody murder. Then she noticed it was Danny, his eyes shut. A blue astronaut themed blanket was tied around his forehead, and one of his socks was missing. He continued in an eerie tone. "Your laundry had too many… carrots."

Danny fell face first on Jazz's bed, then curled up into a ball. Rocking back and forth slightly, he mumbled. "Yes I'm a natural pencil."

Not again! Jazz thought. This had to be the fifth time this week.

"Ninjas don't have bus passes."

Jazz gently prodded Danny. "Danny! Little brother!" she whispered. "Wake up; you're talking in your sleep again!"

"Porcupines…"

"Danny!" Jazz poked him in the stomach, hard.

"That rubber ducky isn't mine!" his eyes flew open. Before Jazz could react, he was in battle mode, already in ghost form, and one inch from punching Jazz in the guts.

"Note to self: Don't wake up a kid who fights ghosts for a living."

Well, enjoy! I had a really hard time writing this chapter. And now I'm going to give you reasons for all the random statements. Why? Because I felt like it.

Toast- It's a known fact that Danny greatly dislikes toast.

Frootloops- Came from the depths of my subconscious. I think its clever :D

Banapples- I had a dream where, when confronted by a girl possessed by a snake, I started to ramble and that's what I blurted out.

Lamp + Redvines + Boots- I'm not sure why I combined these three. But redvines- what the heck cant they do? (A Very Potter Musical!)

Mustaches- Also from my subconscious. Pretty weird in there.

Skittles VS Lollipops- I claimed those two statements out loud in language class. I'm not exactly sure why. (Skittles will always win though XD)

Chuck Norris's Pet Platypus- Inspired by my 12 year old cousin, who can't go five minutes without talking about either Norris or platypuses. (Platypi?)

Pineapples- One question: Are you a fan of delicious flavor? (Psych :D)